I donated blood during third and fourth period this morning despite not having breakfast; I was sufficiently sustained by the few cookies I bolted immediately before Wanda stuck, and restuck, me with a needle I heard was strangely large: didn't look at it myself.
I've been happily sleepy since.
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My newest want is
Edith Stein: A Philosophical Prologue, 1913 - 1922 by Mr. Alasdair MacIntyre.
Thomas S. Hibbs reviewed it in the May issue of FIRST THINGS; here's a bit of what he wrote,
"At various points, MacIntyre offers tantalizing comparisons of Stein and Heidegger, whose lives have intersecting but opposed trajectories. Heidegger began as a Catholic, studied with Husserl, abandoned Husserl to embark on a radical deconstruction of traditional metaphysics, and ended up an ally of the Third Reich. Edith Stein began as a practicing Jew, turned to atheism, studied with Husserl, struggled to move beyond the limitations she detected in Husserl's phenomenoloy, became a Catholic, moved toward traditional metaphysics, and was executed by the Nazis at Auschwitz. . . .MacIntyre compares Edith Stein's conversion to that of a number of her contemporaries to show that the gap between Stein's philosophical prelude and her religious conversion does not imply that the meaning of "conversion" is reducible simply to "the adoption of beliefs beyond reason." One can undergo a conversion from one set of rationally held beliefs to another set, or from irrationality to faith in reason. Moreover, the most dramatically compelling conversions are those that enable individuals to understand, if only retrospectively, what they could not before."
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There was something else I wanted to note, it'll have to come to me.